What do I have to do to be accepted
to be me, to be judgement free.
I couldn't even fit in with my own family.
Half of them don't even speak to me and don't dare speak of me, they'll shut u up immediately.
Yes, I can be a handful, they call me dramatic
but they never wondered what caused me to develop very bad habits.
They ignored it,
so, I turned to drugs and alcohol.
My own image is distorted.
I wonder if BPD was just genetics, because my own mother can be so hectic.
Or if it was inflicted, by my older brother
that needed to bust quick, because he couldn’t get any *******.